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Liam instantly protests. “The water is in my eyes.” His hand reaches up to swipe his face.
I lean down and suck lightly on his earlobe before murmuring, “Quit your complaining, William. Do you want me to get you off or not?”
He likes to be in charge. I know he hates this position—me encapsulating him in the small shower, my arms holding him, hot water running down over his face.
Hates it and loves it at the same time.
Because even when he’s always trying to pick a fucking fight with me, Liam also can’t resist me.
I ease my hands down over his abs and fist his warm cock. I slide my palm up and down over his length, thrilling at the way his breath hitches.
“How are you going to do that?” he asks. “This shower is too small to do anything in.”
“You underestimate me, as usual.” Lacing my fingers through his, I kiss his neck, trailing kisses over his damp skin.
Liam turns his head, offering me his mouth.
We kiss, a hot tangle of tongues, but the position is awkward, so I break away and I lift his hands. I press his palms flat against the shower wall.
“Harrison…” Liam growls.
The movement pushes his ass further into my cock and while I really, really love the way that feels, I know that’s not what he wants.
“William,” I tease back as I run my hands down his firm thighs as I descend into a squat.
He groans when I run a finger down between his ass and swirl it around his entrance. “Like this?” I ask.
“More,” he pants, arching his back to give me better access.
“Happy to,” I grind out, enraptured by the steam and the feel of his skin and him.
He’s mine.
Slicking my finger up by sliding it into my mouth, I return to teasing at his tight hole until he’s swearing and makes a move like he’s going to stand up straighter. That’s when I ease my finger into his tightness and pump in and out while he moansin approval. I take it deep, the way he likes, and he says, “Yes, Harrison, like that.”
Hearing my name on his lips in that throaty tone of ecstasy makes my dick harden even more. Thick need is settling in every inch of my body and as I stroke inside him I run my lips over his hip, his waist, his ass. I lightly nip at him, and he jerks a little.
“Fuck,” he exclaims.
The excitement in his voice has me pumping my own cock a couple of times, just to ease the ache.
But my main focus is him.
Holding him in a firm grip, I ease my finger out and replace it with my tongue. I love the way his thighs start to tremble as the pleasure floods over him.
“Harrison,” he says. “Jesus fuck.”
Pulling back, I run my thumb over his entrance, applying pressure with the pad. “That feel good, baby?”
“Yes.” His voice sounds strangled.
Water is sluicing down his ass and all over me, droplets pinging onto my arms. Someone could drop a bucket of ice water over my head and I still wouldn’t stop. I love being with him like this, I love giving him pleasure.
I dip my tongue back inside his ass and pull him back onto me by his hips, a rhythmic pumping that has us both breathing hard. My thrusts are getting harder and more desperate, the throb in my dick painful, my balls tight and drawn. I’m pounding him onto me and his voice is louder now, a repeated chant of my name over and over.
God, that’s so fucking good. I want my name on his lips all the fucking time.
When I’m about out of my mind with want, I stand up quickly, and slide my hands around the front of him. I grip his cock, bury my head in his hair, and stroke him with a hard,fast rhythm. He’s trembling, leaning against my weight, his eyes closed.